Indian Maid Spanks Me Ch. 02

Chapter 2 -- My Second Punishment From The Indian Maid

My Indian maid catches me peeping in the shower, and punishes me -- Tarek.

I was sitting on my bed nursing a rather sore and a very stinging bottom. Having just glanced at the mirror, my buttocks were still bright red, even though Rashida had spanked me over two hours ago with her hair brush.

Like many of my disciplining, my maid Rashida determined the nature of the punishment, the length and method, and most of the times I would find out the reason only during my spanking. This one started off like that. Rashida led me by my ear, twisting it all the way, to her room.

"Baba!" She ordered me, once the door was shut. "Pull down your trousers."

"Now?" I asked her in alarm. "Rubina is still in the house, bua, and she could pop into this room any minute!"

Rubina was our other maid.

"Tsk, tsk." Rashida shook her head in disappointment. "Baba! Why do you do this? When I say something, I expect to be obeyed AT ONCE!"

SLAP!

My right cheek turned a bright red as I realized our maid of many years has once again slapped me, her so-called master (only by name). In reality, it was she who was the mistress and I her servant.

SLAP!

"Haven't I taught you to say something whenever you get slapped, baba?"

SLAP!

"Oh, yes, bua, of course. I am so sorry bua, for disobeying you. Please slap me again."

"With pleasure, baba. Show me your cheek."

SLAP!

"Thank you, bua, for slapping me. I deserve it. Please slap me again."

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Finally, Rashida sat down on her bed, facing me, and then yelled, "Baba! Crawl your ass over here and kiss my foot! NOW!"

Still dressed, I immediately got down on my hands and knees and started to crawl over to where she was sitting. Rashida put out a foot, awaiting my arrival. When I got there, I immediately dropped my face down to her feet. Rashida arched her head back so she could feel my mouth planting kisses on the top of her toes. She sat back, enjoying her total control over me as I slobbered over her feet.

"Enough!" She snapped her fingers. "Get your fat ass over my lap now."

"Yes, bua!" I answered meekly.

Rashida watched me slowly get up, my cheeks still red from her slaps. She grabbed my arm and helped push me down on her lap, over her knees. Roughly, she grasped my ass cheeks, positioning me till I was centered. She then clutched the waistband of my pants and pulled it down. My underwear soon followed, dropping to my ankles. My bare butt was now high up in the air. Enjoying the sight of my white bum on her lap at her mercy, Rashida clicked her tongue.

"From now on," Rashida commanded me, "I don't want you to wear underpants around the house, ever! Whenever I want, I should just be able to pull down your pants down and spank you."

"Yes, bua." I acquiesced timidly. "From today I will not wear underwear."

Rashida squeezed my ass cheeks and then asked, "And why will you not wear underwear, baba?"

Bless Rashida! Not only was she going to punish me as she willed, she was driving home the point and further humiliating me by making me explicitly admit that fact.

"So that, bua, I can be easily spanked by you whenever you wish to do so."

"Good boy!"

Rashida slowly rubbed her hands across my bare bottom, as if deciding on the nature of the punishment. As her fingers glided across my butt, each touch of her skin on mine produced a thousand watts of current through my body.

"Twenty should be enough for now, baba." Rashida informed me. "You better count and thank me for each one, if you don't want to be disciplined even more."

"Yes, bua."

Rashida brought her hand down hard on my right butt cheek as I gasped.

SPANK!

"One! Thank you, bua. I am guilty and deserve to be punished. Please spank me again."

"Indeed I will, baba." Rashida agreed. "Can you see yourself now, baba, a teenager boy from a distinguished family, lying over the knees of a lowly maid, and getting spanked?"

SPANK!

"Two! Thank you, bua. It is an honour for me to be punished by a woman like you. Please spank me again."

"Does it turn you on, baba, getting punished and humiliated like this? What if your teachers could see you now?"

SPANK!

"Ouch! Three! Thank you, bua, for spanking me. Yes, bua, I am truly ashamed. Please spank me again."

"I should take you to my village," Rashida told me, "and get my mother and sister to spank you as well. They would love to punish an ass like you."

Not only was Rashida giving me a beating, I had to humbly digest her insults as well.

SPANK!

"Ow! Ouch! Four! Thank you, bua, for spanking me. I would love to be spanked by your mother and sister. Please spank me again."

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Rashida continued to alternately hit each ass check, again and again. Sometimes I forgot to count or thank her as my voice was strained in pain and she gave me five more for each time I forgot. Ten minutes later, I was in tears, begging her to stop and thanking her for each spank at the same time.

Rashida helped me get off her lap, enjoying the red marks she had placed across my butt. My pants were now on the floor, and I was dressed just in my T-shirt. I continued to stare at the floor in embarrassment.

"Baba, take off your t-shirt! I want you completely nude."

This time, without hesitation, I took off my t-shirt, slipping it over my shoulders. I was now completely in the buff, my dick exposed, standing stark naked in front of my maid Rashida, my hands gingerly rubbing my sore behind.

"Get me my hairbrush!" Rashida ordered me. I turned over to a small desk where Rashida kept a few of her grooming kit and picked out the hair brush. It was a big thick brush, with a long flat edge, and an equally firm and long handle. I gave it to Rashida, who curled one finger and beckoned me over.

"Come around to my right side, baba, and put yourself across my knees," She said sternly. I felt myself being pulled across her lap by my arm. My hands held me up off the floor and my butt was sticking up in the air in the perfect position for her to spank. I felt so ashamed. Here I was, master of the house, but lying across the lap of my maid, naked, ready to be spanked with her hairbrush, while at any time the other maid could pop in and catch me in this embarrassing situation.

"I am going to spank you with my hairbrush." Rashida announced. "That will teach you to be a peeping tom." So this was to be my punishment for trying to catch a peek of Rubina while she was taking a shower.

"Er... bua, how many spanks?" I asked foolishly.

Whap!

"Ow!" I screamed.

"Baba!" Rashida gently caressed my left butt cheek that was now stinging from her blow. "I will spank you until I feel it's enough."

Whap!

Whap!

Whap!

The spanking resumed, hard and fast. Each smack caused me to throw back my head and shout a begging protest. At first I was aware that Rubina could hear me, so I tried to be quiet, but by the tenth smack I was bawling my eyes out. I could not even let my thoughts wander as my mind was constantly brought back to the task at hand by the swift series of spanks I received, alternating between one cheek and the other.

"I'm sorry bua, I'm sorry. Oh bua, please stop now. Arghhh!!"

Tears streamed heavily down my face. The intensity of the spanking increased until I felt like my entire butt was on fire. But suddenly and without warning Rashida stopped. I adjusted my position slightly and reached up to rub myself with my right hand.

Rashida pushed my arm down. "No, baba! Stay in position. I want you to contemplate the burning sting a while longer."

More than a minute passed until I was finally told that I should stand up. "Do not place your hands on your behind baba. Put them back on your head and hold your ears." I stood erect in that position. My face was now flush with shame.

"Your ass has turned a nice even red colour." Rashida informed me. "I can see the marks of my strokes."

Rashida finally had mercy on me after ten minutes. "OK, now put on your clothes and go to your room. And stay there! Think about what you did until I decide what to do next."

The punishment was not over!

I ran to my room. That was over two hours ago, and my ass was still on fire. I tried to think of how I had gotten myself into this situation.

It all started when Rashida, our maid, had caught me masturbating in my room. Now I was a normal eighteen year old boy, just finishing high school, with normal desires, and in India that meant coming home from school and masturbating to the thought of my sexy English teacher -- and my maid. It was my bad luck that my door had been unlocked, and that day Rashida had entered without knocking.

It was a situation tailor made for Rashida. Here was I, the young master of the house, my pants on the floor, with a dick in my hand, jacking off loudly -- while calling out her name. And there was our maid, the one who now had me at her mercy. If she told my parents, I would be in deep trouble. I had no choice but to submit to her punishment.

Rashida had sent off our other maid, Rubina, on an errand so she could have me completely to herself. She stripped me nude, and then twisted my ears. If you are an Indian kid, you know how humiliating it is to have your ears twisted by an older, matronly lady. I was then forbidden from calling her by name, as I usually did, instead being commanded to refer to her using the respectful term "bua".

Following that, Rashida had slapped me continuously while ordering me to thank her for each slap, thus further adding to my shame. Then she had put me over her knees, across her lap and spanked me, again and again, with a ruler. I had to count and thank her for each spank. That had been over three weeks ago.

After my parents had returned, I tried to forget my humiliating punishment session. It was just a one-time thing, I told myself. I was horny, and my maid took advantage of me. It won't happen again. So the next day, while we were sitting down to lunch, I deliberately called her by her name, which she had warned me not to do while she had been spanking me.

"Rashida! Can I get some water?" I asked, raising my glass.

"Yes, of course, baba!" She ran to fill my glass, just like a good Indian maid would.

And so it began. For the next three weeks, Rashida behaved just like a normal maid, even when my parents were away. She would make the bed, dust and clean the rooms, prepare the food and do the menial tasks a maid should. I had almost forgotten that the same plump, buxom maid who was sweeping my floor had taken me across her lap and had given me a sound thrashing.

In the afternoons, I would be returning home from school. My father would still be at the shop (he was a businessman) while my mother would be in the office. It was just Rashida, me and our other maid Rubina in the house.

Rubina was just a young skinny girl; twenty or twenty four years of age (no one knew exactly!); her only redeeming feature was her big butts. Otherwise she had no figure to speak of, and I thought her breasts were tiny apples. Rashida, however, was chubby, and filled out quite nicely. Being older, she was also more carefree with her appearance, thus her navel and waist were always exposed with her thin sari, and she had big breasts that were always bouncing about in her blouse as she mopped the floor or dusted the furniture. Wearing blouses that were one size smaller for her boobs, her cleavage was always visible. Rubina, on the other hand, was always careful to drape her pallu around her.

Every afternoon, Rashida would retire to the servants' room for a short nap, while Rubina would take the time to take a bath. One day, while tiptoeing over to the servant's quarters for an errand, I noticed that the bathroom door had a large crack on it.

I could hear Rubina inside. Placing myself carefully against the door, I peered in. Given that it was the servant's bathroom, there wasn't any shower to speak of -- it was an enclosed bath area. Rubina had filled a bucket, and she now dipped a mug, and then poured the water over herself.

Oh, I never realized how sensuous a woman looked when wet! Rubina may be scrawny, but she was a nubile young woman. Her eyes were shut, and the water gently trickled across her face, over her tiny breasts, disappearing down her waist. I could see she didn't shave, and her pubic area was all lathered up. I unzipped my shorts and slowly started to rub my dick with my hand.

Rubina opened her eyes and softly placed one hand between her legs. Leisurely, she started to move her hands to and fro.

"Mmmmm...." She started to hum. I kept stroking my cock harder and harder.

I hadn't even seen Rashida standing behind me. Suddenly, I felt the most violent tug on my ear.

"What is this?" She hissed angrily, twisting my ear with all her might. "A peeping tom!"

"Bua! I ..." I managed to croak, my dick going limp. "I ..."

"Let's go to my room!" Rashida let go of my ear, slapped my right cheek, and then grabbed hold of my ear again.

That was over two and half hours ago. Since my initial punishment, when Rashida had slapped my cheeks, made me kiss her feet, spanked me bareback, over her knees, bare handed, and then spanked me again with her hairbrush, I had been waiting in my room, wondering what was going on. Suddenly, the door to my room opened. Once again, she did not bother to knock.

She walked to the centre of the room and clapped her hands. Immediately I was on my knees, kissing her feet as she had instructed me. I touched my lips to each of her toes as she stood, bemused. She then clapped her hands again, and I crept back and stood up, eyes cast down towards the floor respectfully.

"Your mother has just called." Rashida announced. "She and your father are going to some dinner event, and won't be back until very late. Also, Rubina has just stepped out to visit her uncle's. She will be back tomorrow morning."

I understood. It was just Rashida and me, in the house, for hours. And that made me her domicile slave, at her beck and call, for her to do as she wished with me.

Looking at me straight in the eye, Rashida stated, "Well, I understand you have been a very naughty little boy again."

"Yes, bua." I humbly admitted.

"And you know what I liked to do to naughty little boys, baba?"

"You punish them, bua."

"And how will I punish you, baba?"

"As you wish, bua. Whatever method you choose, I deserve it. Usually you give me a spanking."

"Of course, baba. Now let's start with those pesky clothes, shall we?"

Rashida wasted no time and began to undress me, as I stood there helplessly. She ordered me to take off my shirt first, then my pants, and then my undershirt was thrown across the room. Standing there in just my underpants, I felt totally dominated and humiliated, but little did I know it was about to get a lot worse.

Rashida walked over to me and grabbed the waist band of my underwear. Slowly she moved down to lower them. She knew how much her spanking would hurt, especially on my bare ass, and so as she leisurely lowered my underpants, it underlined her dominance over me, and I knew that the spanking to come would be severe. I stood there helplessly as my underwear came all the way down and finally off. I was now in front of my maid, completely naked and ready to be spanked.

"You've been a very naughty little boy," Rashida scolded me. "The only way to teach you a lesson is to give you a good, long, hard spanking on your bare behind. Believe me, baba, you're going to really get it good tonight. But that's not the only thing I will be doing to you tonight."

I gasped. I had mentally prepared myself for a good spanking, but what else did Rashida have in mind?

"When I first walked in on you," Rashida stated, "you were calling out my name, picturing me in your dirty mind while masturbating. Today, you tried to catch a peek of Rubina in the shower, in the nude. Clearly, you treat us maids as some lowly objects who are the subject of your sexual fantasies. So I have decided you have to be taught to respect us maids."

Rashida then picked my trousers and slowly removed the belt. My eyes widened as she swung it in the air a couple of times. Surely, she was not going to belt me? Seeing my face, Rashida laughed.

"Don't worry. There's a time for this, baba, but not now."

Rashida made a loop on the belt, so it was more like a noose. She walked over to me and placed the noose over my head, around my neck. I felt like a dog that was just placed on a leash. Rashida drew the noose tight around my neck and gave a sharp tug to bring me to her side.

"I am putting you on a leash, baba." She informed me. "Do you know what animals get put on a leash, baba?"

"Er, dogs, bua?"

"Exactly! You are now my bitch, baba. Now, get down on all fours and lick my feet like the good little dog you are."

Obediently, I was on the floor on my hands and knees, licking Rashida's feet like a good puppy.

"Excellent! Now I shall lead you, baba, and you will follow me at my heels like a good little bitch. Make sure to crawl on all fours, and keep your naked bum in the air!"

With that she led me, helpless, stripped, humbled and ashamed, from the bedroom. I was led away naked, on all fours, at the end of a belt around my neck like a dog being taken for a walk by his mistress. Rashida led me into the middle of the master bedroom, and left me kneeling there. She left the noose of her makeshift leash around my neck, while she went into my parents' washroom. The loose end of the belt bumping against my chest and dragging on the floor as I moved reminded me of the way one would train a puppy. I realized that was exactly how Rashida was treating me -- as her puppy, her bitch. I had gone from 'baba' to 'bitch' in hours.

"Come!" She pulled the belt, and we entered the giant bathroom. This was the best washroom in the whole house. Luxuriously detailed with marble counter tops and gold taps, there was a huge hot tub at one end. Rashida ordered me to work the taps, and soon the tub was filled with warm water.

Rashida slipped her 'leash' over my neck and tossed it across the room, and told me to stand up. There I was, standing naked in my parents' washroom, while my maid ogled me, deciding how to best punish me.

"We will take a bath together." She revealed. "In ancient times, mistresses and their slave girls often bathed together, where the slave girls would clean the mistress and groom her. You will be my slave girl today."

Rashida started to undress. Though I had often fantasized about seeing Rashida naked, and had jacked off to thoughts of her heaving bosom many a time, to actually see the woman who dominated me so completely stripping off her clothes to join my own state of nakedness was a very extra ordinary feeling.

I watched in awe as her massive boobs sprang free once her blouse was off, her nipples sharp and pointed. Her sari was off in a jiffy. I noticed a small damp spot on her petticoat, right between her legs. However, soon she too was standing completely in the nude. I took in her fat, matronly body, from her pinch-able fat cheeks to her big fat boobs to her plump waist and then her thick thighs.

"Before you begin your bath," she explained, "you must relieve yourself, and then clean yourself before entering the bath. So," she ordered, "go on, and sit on the toilet and pee."